"My cultivation level is very high. It is not difficult to kill the White Walkers and protect an ordinary person like you." Wuming nodded as he said it. Apparently he felt that his idea was very wonderful and very appropriate: "What's more, I am a wandering swordsman. With my identity and ability, I am bound to stir up troubles, level the court with one sword, and rule the world with one sword."
Wuming spoke with a little more pride. Regardless of Song Yu's state, he suddenly stood up, unsheathed his sword, and said with high spirits: "A swordsman like me is meant to have a vigorous story, so the double-faced evil god of Qinghe Town is an excellent one. material."
In his words, he became a man of both wisdom and bravery, who single-handedly defeated the two-faced evil god and saved an entire town.
Song Yu was pulled so hard that his arms hurt. He staggered and managed to stand still before being dragged down by Wuming.
This man's state was not quite right. Song Yu was so led that he couldn't stand still at all, and was even thrown away at one point. Wuming's movements were so fast that he couldn't even take a red pill to replenish his blood. If this continued, his blood tank would be empty sooner or later.
Song Yu blurted out in desperation: "But most of the things you said were done by me."
In fact, after saying this, Song Yu also felt a little regretful. What kind of excuse could he find? Why would he argue with a weird and unknown creature over such a meaningless dispute?
Wuming was stunned for a moment, and as expected, he withdrew the flurry of swords. It seemed that Song Yu had been there for a long time, and Song Yu's heart went crazy. Suddenly, his hand loosened its hold on Song Yu's wrist.
Song Yu suddenly felt a little unaccustomed to the feeling of no one pinching his wrist, so he quickly rubbed his flesh. Even though he was in the game, he couldn't let it die.
The current situation is that the good news is that Wuming and Song Yu no longer have to bind their actions!
The bad news is that Wuming seems to have a slight hatred for Song Yu. Song Yu's sharp gaze towards Wuming is still a little bit scary...
This is not because he is a coward, but he is truly a man who knows the current affairs.
Song Yu readily pushed Wuming's position up: "But who's protagonist doesn't have a supportive brother who can do tricks and is smart? There are many things that a decent protagonist can't do, so he needs to be done by someone like this Brother promoted it.”
Wuming's eyes seemed to light up, and the dissatisfaction and sharpness in his eyes quickly disappeared: "That makes sense."
"According to me, the position of head of the Department of Safety should also be yours." Isn't it just a matter of smoothing things over? Song Yu opened his mouth to praise others, but as he was talking, some inappropriate words kept popping out, and there was no time to modify them, "After all, how can the head of an organization on the human front like the Ping An Department belong to someone who doesn't know how to do it?" An empty shell of spiritual practice?”
Although the vocabulary was strange, Wuming seemed to understand it and agreed with it very much. He kept nodding his head: "Yes, you are right."
Song Yu, with his body without any cultivation, should be just a decoration to decorate the lintel.
"Master, please sit down at the Peace Department while I go buy some food." Song Yu's tone can be said to be deceptive: "After all, if you don't have to practice, you still have to offer sacrifices in the Five Zang Temple from time to time."
He said and moved towards the door in small steps.
Wuming thought for a while and nodded in agreement: "That makes sense."
Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief and immediately quickened his pace. His steps seemed brisk, but in fact he was so panicked that he wished he could get himself a light body charm. When he ran out of the Ping An Si Mansion Office, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he looked around and soon saw Du Anchen around the corner.
In order to avoid disturbing the unknown Wuming, Song Yu suppressed his excitement and stepped forward quickly, and asked in a low voice vigilantly: "How much silver was the monthly payment I gave you?"
Du Anchen stretched out his hand to Song Yu without thinking: "I'm serious, let me ask you, what is that thing next to you?"
"You ask me, who am I asking?" Speaking of this matter, Song Yu was no less horrified than Du Anchen: "Is that really a thing?"
"Otherwise? Could it still be a human being?" Du Anchen's eyes widened.
Song Yu took a deep breath. Although he had a premonition, he was caught all the way by the other party, and now there is still a hairy feeling on his wrist.
He rubbed his wrist subconsciously, recalling every detail after his severed hand grew into a human form. Suddenly his expression changed and he asked urgently: "What do you see around me...what do you think it looks like?"
Du Anchen frowned and said with disgust: "He looks like a human being, but I don't think he looks like a human being."
Okay, what he saw was also a human appearance. Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and the feeling of pain in his heart finally eased a little: "According to what you see, is that a strange ghost?"
"It's not like that, I don't know. I just think something is wrong with him." Du Anchen spread his hands and asked in a very bachelor manner: "How did you run out? Did he let you go?"
"That's right, but I have to go back soon." Song Yu actually didn't want to go back, but this Wuming was obviously the key to them leaving the illusion, so he had to go back no matter how reluctant he was. And he suspected that problems would arise if he was away for a long time...
With this in mind, Song Yu tried his best to explain the situation clearly as quickly as possible: "Wu Ming is the person inside, the name he gave himself. This person seems to be particularly concerned about his sense of reality here, and considers himself the protagonist and me, the supporting role. You can't go around him for too long. What did you mean by pointing down just now?"
Speaking of this, Du Anchen's expression was a bit wonderful: "I saw that you and him were inseparable, and I left you a note in the room I just pointed out. Remember to go back and get it later, so that he doesn't find out."
Song Yu recalled that the room was where Qiaoyi slept. Since Wuming felt that he was the protagonist, he probably wouldn't go to the place where the servants were resting. Song Yu felt more relieved: "I'll be there soon. Where is Jie Nanshi?"
Du Anchen was silent. Seeing her delay in answering, Song Yu's expression changed slightly: "Is something wrong?"
"I'm not sure... you'll know when you see the message. If you find a chance later, go to that incense and candle shop to find me." Du Anchen frowned slightly, obviously not wanting to answer the question, and quickly changed the topic: " I and Xie Nanshi are waiting for you there."
Song Yu heard something was wrong and wanted to ask a few more questions, but Du Anchen had already disappeared in a flash.
Song Yu stood there and hesitated for a while, wanting to go find Jie Nanshi, but his reason told him that the little Taoist priest had reached the full level, and nothing could happen. If there was really any problem, he would kill him if he went there.
Let's make a quick decision. Song Yu thought this way, took out a pack of cloud cakes from his backpack, ate them and walked back.
Wuming was still sitting at the tea table that Song Yu had just set up in the backyard. His expression and eyes seemed to be stuck at the moment Song Yu just left. It wasn't until Song Yu came back that Wuming regained his vitality.
He looked at the pastry in Song Yu's hand and said nothing. Song Yu, on the other hand, was very serious about helping Wuming find his presence, and gave him some portions: "Come and eat some. This cloud cake is delicious." Qiaoyi made it by herself, if he hadn't been hungry himself , so I don’t want to share this weirdness.
"I like sweets?" Wuming took a bite, but showed no signs of joy or disgust, and just said doubtfully.
"I don't know." After Song Yu said casually, he felt that something was wrong with Wuming's eyes, and quickly changed his words to coax: "You like it, you like it. Who said that swordsmen in Jianghu must like eating meat and drinking wine so vulgarly? You can do it too He goes against the grain, likes to drink tea and snacks, and behaves like a gentleman.”
Wuming thought for a while, and it seemed that the words "gentlemanly demeanor" pleased him, and the smile returned to his face: "You are right."
As he said that, Wuming took the cakes and put them into his mouth one after another, drinking them with fragrant tea and eating happily. After eating them all, he still looked at Song Yu with unsatisfied eyes.
That's good, there's a reason to sneak out again. Song Yu's expression remained unchanged and his heart skipped a beat: "Sir, it's getting late today. I'll go to a place farther away to buy it for you tomorrow. Although this place is remote, the pastries do have a unique flavor."
"It's rare that you have a heart." Wuming was very satisfied with this.
Wuming easily accepted the position given to him by Song Yu, and was sent respectfully into the main room that originally belonged to Song Yu. Song Yu closed the door before returning to Qiaoyi's room. Although Qiaoyi was a personal maid, Song Yu drove her to sleep in a side room because of the differences between men and women.
This wing is naturally not small. Song Yu searched for a long time before he found Du Anchen's letter.
There weren't many words on it, just flying dragons and phoenixes. It was obviously written in a hurry: Jie Nanshi was unconscious.
It was as if the Song Dynasty had been struck by lightning. No wonder Du Anchen was so wary before, but hesitated to speak when asked. That’s why! After learning the reason, Song Yu didn't want to delay for a moment.
He blew out the candle, stared quietly in the dark night, waiting for the nameless person next door to go to bed. The more impatient he is in his heart, the calmer he appears on his face. After waiting for a long time, the lights in the nameless room suddenly went out.
Song Yu walked out of the wing without any hesitation and gently. In order to prevent the door that had not been oiled for a long time from making too much noise, Song Yu didn't even close the door when he left. He took his shoes and only wore cloth socks and left quickly. Department of Safety.
At night, Qinghe Town has returned to the lifelessness it had when we first came here. There are no people, lights, or people working the clock every day. Song Yu walked quickly through the streets and alleys. The incense and candle shop was the first strange place he explored after entering Qinghe Town.
He remembered this path very well. Even if there was only moonlight, he could walk to the shop without taking off the paper lantern without any detour.
Du Anchen was sitting in the shop. When he heard the footsteps, he opened the door as soon as possible. When he saw Song Yu breathing slightly outside, he asked in surprise: "Why are you here so soon?"
